End: Circe Wants Lois To Hold Off From Cumming For As Long As Possible

A man would have simply slammed the wooden cock home, over and over, pummelling Lois Lane's most sensitive body part until she was weeping and sore. Circe was not that impatient...not that driven by instinct. The lavender-haired sorceress drank in the reporter's ecstasy as she slowly drove the wooden cock into her ****'s pussy...and Lois moaned and strained against the straps.

"Don't cum, my pet," Circe whispered. "Hold off! I want to see you writhe in pleasure.."

Time lost meaning. Lois worked the lever connected to the cock in her ass, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Circe, however, was patient...infinitely patient. Minutes turned to hours, and Lois sat in a puddle of her own sweat, which dripped out of the hole in the seat. Her skin was red and raw where she had rubbed too long and hard against the bands...and her hair hang in damp strands, sticking to her skin. The reporter's pierced nipples were so hard they hurt, her pierced labia jingled with every slow stroke.

In time, Lois forgot everything about why she had come here tonight. Her body yearned to cum, but she fought against it on her MIstress' order. Fat, warm tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled to fight against the rising tide of pleasure...sometimes she pumped her ass hard, just so that the burning friction would distract her from the constant, unceasing stimulation of her pussy.

Perhaps for a while Lois went mad. Humans cannot stand such strain forever.

Then she made her one mistake.

A word, a name, breathed out as her body convulsed in unwanted ecstasy, the terrible **** having driven Lois too close to the edge of climax...and as Lois tumbled over that metaphorical cliff, her body spasming in its bonds, pussy spurting in an uncontrollable ejaculation, eyes rolling in her head, Lois Lane moaned...

"Superman."

In one moment, one heartbeat to the next, Circe's face transformed. Her mouth became an ugly scowl, her hazel eyes blazed with green flames.

"Cunt," she whispered. "You dare..."

The wooden cocks and frame melted away in a wash of green fire, so that Lois should have collapsed onto the sand...but instead, she found herself floating aloft in the air.

"You desire the Man of Steel so badly?" The sun and beach feel away, and the naked sorceress stood before Lois with her arms outstretched. "Then I will give you what you desire."

Lois cried out as a lancing pain burned into her crotch...and she glanced down to see the scars of the brand re-arrange themselves from the Greek letters to the familiar S-shield. Her pussy branded forever with the sign of Superman...

There was a sense of movement. Lois could not interpret it exactly; it felt as though they moved through shadows. She caught glimpses of people, cross-sections of buildings, and then they were out in the night...the cold night beneath the bright moon, and Circe was dressed in a long white robe, and Lois was naked and...

Something cold and round pressed against her pussy. Lois looked down.

The flagpole atop the Daily Planet building was a sphere of brass three inches in diameter. Lois could see the familiar stars & stripes flap in the breeze. The reporter's eyes grew wide as she realized Circe's intent.

"Mistress...please!"

One hand was extended toward Lois, three fingers extended like a claw. The sorceress' eyes were flat and cold as she viewed her final plaything.

"I enjoyed our time, pet," Circe said, no emotion in her voice. "But I leave you for him who may have what is left of you."

The fingers closed. At once, whatever had held Lois aloft ceased. Gravity took hold...and more than gravity. It was as though invisible hands clung to her legs as her pussy smashed down about the brazen sphere.

Lois screamed as the full weight of her body smashed down onto her pussy...and screamed higher as she felt the terrible **** that dragged her downward, her pierced pussy threatening to split as she was **** onto the cold metal ball.

It was too swift for mere cruelty. One moment, Lois Lane's labial rings had been resting against the curved surface, and the next the mound of her cunt was distended by the massive insertion. Lois swayed in pain, the chill in her violated pussy cutting her to the quick. Lois Lane's voice came out as a thin wheeze. Perhaps a trickle of blood ran down the pole...and she realized, as the wind whipped past her naked, impaled body, that Circe had gone.

She was all alone.

"Superman," Lois whispered. "Save me..."

Dawn broke over Metropolis, and Lois Lane was unable to appreciate her view. Her tears were all cried out, body shivering, as at last she saw a familiar red cape coming toward her...and Lois Lane knew that her night out was finally at an end, though she would carry the reminders of it all of her life.